pushing out the woodlice

becomes breath for her
as the washingmachine churntumbles the dungarees a roundy round;
a world inna drum
and a balling fatbug, crawling .                                           not that way
push it down, put a finger onit

tiny frown, grown from a quiet.seed
my ghost
little frosted possibility
poking pill bugs                :shrouding the hollow that numbs a chill pebble
……………………………… tide tumbled, time jumbled….

heavy shingle shined pivot weight
always there




~ by Beeskiffle on April 7, 2010.

3 Responses to “pushing out the woodlice”

  1. This is why I missed you. Your poem sounds like it is, like a tumbling, like a fat bug crawling. It has perfect unity of sound, visual and meaning. You are a poet of the highest order.

  2. Churntumbles… I’ve missed your ways with words. As i’ve embarked on a long novel i’ve come to realise what an influence your wordplay has had. Magical.

  3. Magical indeed. It’s like you’ve created a whole new world. Wonderful.

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